Someone dotes on you, Nuan Nuan's little family

Bai Ye's clear voice, however, was not far but close, falling in front of Bai Zhan. Before Bai Zhan's tears could fall, a soft little hand had already held his old Palm.

This was a pair of hands that were both familiar and unfamiliar, covered in calluses. As Bai Ye held this pair of hands tightly, some memories that were hidden deep within his body surfaced involuntarily.

At the same time, an old teardrop fell uncontrollably onto the back of Bai Ye's hand. It was very cold, and before she could react, her head was gently held over.

The old man's dry and refreshing aura penetrated through time and space and entered her breath. Everything in her memory became vivid in an instant. It was no longer her memory but her memory.

"Grandpa." master! Bai Ye called out softly. His eyes were slightly red, and his voice was a little hoarse, which made Bai Zhan's heart clench.